Canoe 16FBE023

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I got dropped in the river of life and beautifulness. The roses were red, the violets were blue, The birds would crow when the stream goes, too. At the darkness of day, as the crickets chirp, As the big-eyed bird said, Չ€œWHOO!Չ€ I still would go to my destiny. Rise and shine! I go as the cold stream touches my wooden skin. As soon trouble was upon me. Water would flow down, rocks stick out. It was something people call Չ€œWaterfall!Չ€ I get closer and faster to the edge. Then SPLASH! No one knew I, the Red Oak, got through. But I didnՉ€™t abandon my own, I kept going. Then I see the big blue sea.
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